On Sacred Hills an endless plains
A coffin lies in iron chains
Hoarfrost covers a massive shell
A lot of gore on rusty cell
Inside this coffin there is no dead
A corpse of love was buried instead
And no one dare to save it again
no one try to fight till the end
Day after day through the years
Boring existence without tears
Perhaps it is better when nothing to feel
And heart can't be broken because it stands still
No more chaos
No more cries
No more distress
No more lies
Serenity life in passionless eyes
Stable peace, Cold paradise
Forgotten happiness but no one sings sad
Nothing to save cause this world is dead
Dead world
© Copyright: Игорь Баданов, 2014
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